Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 174 Not everyone has the surname Xiang, Sister Lan takes action [2 updates]

Chapter 174: 174 Not everyone has the surname Xiang, Sister Lan takes action [2 updates]

Three hundred years ago, when she was still alive, every member of the Xiang Imperial Family was as tough as iron.

Even after her death, during the calamity when external enemies crushed and the Six Realms collapsed, the youngest of the Ning Dynasty’s Royal Family at that time, Princess Yongle, did not beg for mercy from the enemies; instead, she chose to self-immolate and perish together with them.

Could just anyone assume the role of a member of the Xiang Family?

To wear a crown, one must bear its weight.

The truly powerful are not those with a surname, but those who shoulder great responsibilities.

"Xiang Yuefeng, shut up," said Professor Foo from the other end of the phone, scolding him before snatching back the phone, and hurriedly added, "Wanlan, don’t listen to him, Old Xue is in good health, doctors say he’ll wake up soon, don’t be rash."

That’s the Xiang Family, after all!

Admittedly, the Sai Family is a local snake in Wanta Country, but even a hundred Sai Families combined cannot compare to the Xiang Family, which has been prominent in Shenzhou for so long.

Three hundred years ago, the Xiang Imperial Family was nearly exterminated, yet even after such a devastating blow, the Xiang Family today can still overshadow other families, which shows their foundation is exceptionally deep and strong.

No one knows what trump card the Xiang Family holds, to the point where even the Rong Family, who follows the Great Purity Sect and could spy on fate and ask about the nation’s fortune, still respects them.

Professor Foo did not wish for Ye Wanlan to confront the Xiang Family directly—what if she got hurt?

"Professor Foo, I’m getting on a plane right away," said Ye Wanlan. "Before I arrive, don’t engage in any conflicts with the Xiang Family."

"Hey, wait, don’t—", Professor Foo hadn’t finished speaking when the call was abruptly cut off.

He couldn’t help but glare at Xiang Yuefeng: "Look at the mess you’ve made! Even a Xiang Family Member couldn’t get back the item, and now Wanlan is supposed to do it? I’m afraid that little bastard from the Xiang Family will take the opportunity to bully her!"

"I couldn’t get it back," Xiang Yuefeng shrugged. "But someone can, not only get it back but also turn that little bastard you mentioned into a dead bastard."

Professor Foo glared at him again: "Is there someone even your Xiang Family fears? From what I see, you don’t even take the Rong Family Elders Council seriously."

Xiang Yuefeng rubbed his head: "I’ve been beaten up a lot in the past, naturally, I’ve become afraid. Not just me, even Xiang Shaoyu is."

"Even Xiang Shaoyu is afraid?" Professor Foo was puzzled. "How many beatings have you taken then?"

**

"Huh, no wonder this Xiang Yannan is so arrogant." Rong Yu was reviewing Xiang Yannan’s information. "Only fifteen years old and, relying on his youth, acts tyrannically, but dares not cause trouble in front of the core members of the Xiang Family, quite adept at picking the softer targets to squeeze."

Ye Wanlan hummed in agreement: "What do the other members of the Xiang Family think of him?"

"I guess..." Rong Yu spread his hands, "Probably many core family members don’t even know who he is."

That’s how it is with large families, not to mention the Xiang Family being a super-large family with many members, so much so that many family members may never meet each other in their lifetimes.

"Good, that makes things simpler." Ye Wanlan rolled up her sleeves, "I’ll be leaving first."

"Wait, Miss Ye, take my plane." Yan Tingfeng smiled slightly, "The last flight from Jiangcheng to Yunjing is in four hours, there might not be enough time."

Ye Wanlan turned around, slightly startled: "Would that be too much trouble?"

"What are you talking about, Miss Ye? It’s my pleasure to express my gratitude for your willingness to check on me," Yan Tingfeng shook his head slightly. "Everything else is material and can be shared with Miss Ye."

Rong Yu pondered for a moment, feeling there was something off about that statement.

But with his intelligence and emotional quotient, he couldn’t figure anything out after a long while, so he raised his hand, volunteering: "I’ll go too, I’ll go too."

Yan Tingfeng turned around: "You’re going too?"

"I may not be of much use, but I will cheer and applaud for you," Rong Yu declared boldly. "I love watching the excitement most."

Bing He and Tie Ma exchanged a look and silently sighed.

In the end, all five of them boarded the plane to Yunjing.

"The flight is two hours. Miss Ye, you should sleep for a while," Yan Tingfeng had Bing He bring an eye mask and earplugs. "After enough rest, you’ll have the energy to deal with people."

Ye Wanlan nodded and did not refuse: "Thank you."

There was wireless WIFI on the plane, and Yan Tingfeng walked to a corner and dialed a WeChat call with an indifferent expression.

After ringing for a full four times, the other party picked up.

The background noise was very loud, like some kind of grand disco scene.

"What’s up? What’s up?" The other person sounded impatient. "I’m overseas at an auction, can we talk later? Oh, and I’ve collected quite a few Armor Shards of my ancestor on this trip—have you decided what you’re willing to trade for them?"

Yan Tingfeng didn’t let him hang up the phone but asked indifferently: "Xiang Shaoyu, would you mind if your Xiang Family was one member short?"

This question snapped Xiang Shaoyu fully alert: "Who?"

"Xiang Yannan, heard of him?"

"Nope."

Bing He: "..."

Tie Ma: "..."

Why were all the friends around their Young Master so incredibly unruly?

"Hmm, good to hear you haven’t," Yan Tingfeng seemed to smile, "You keep watching the auction. I want all the Armor Shards. What you exchange them with depends on how much more you’ve found. Also, keep an eye out for the whereabouts of Prince Yan’s Sword."

"What? Prince Yan’s Sword?" Xiang Shaoyu raised his tone, "Do you think Prince Yan’s Sword is just an ordinary weapon? This weapon possesses a spirit; unless King Yan himself appears, no one can find it. You’re overestimating me. Can’t you arrange something easier?"

Yan Tingfeng: "I cannot."

Xiang Shaoyu choked: "Fine, fine, fine, but let me make it clear in advance, even if I really find Prince Yan’s Sword, I’m definitely not giving it to you. No matter how many cultural relics you offer to exchange, I won’t do it."

"Hmm." Yan Tingfeng was noncommittal, "We’ll talk about the rest after you get it."

"How strange. Since when did you become interested in something belonging to the Xiang Imperial Family?" Xiang Shaoyu muttered and hung up the phone.

But Yan Tingfeng was carefully considering Xiang Shaoyu’s words—

What could possibly be a worthy match for Prince Yan’s Sword?

If it wasn’t something exceedingly valuable, even tens of thousands of gold wouldn’t tempt someone like Xiang Shaoyu who wasn’t short on money to part with Prince Yan’s Sword.

Yan Tingfeng suddenly turned his head, looking at the sabre he always carried with him.

He wondered if his sabre could be traded for Prince Yan’s Sword, perhaps it still wasn’t enough.

"Young Master." Bing He stepped forward and made a throat-slitting gesture, "Since Young Master Shaoyu doesn’t even know who this Xiang Yannan is, should we just—"

Tie Ma looked serious, ready for action at any moment.

"No need," Yan Tingfeng’s eyelashes drooped, "She’s angry, so she should deal with it herself. It’s not my place to overstep. I’ll offer help when she needs it, but..."

Bing He blurted out: "But Miss Ye is so strong, it doesn’t seem like she needs your help at all, Young Master!"

Tie Ma: "..."

Tie Ma quickly covered Bing He’s mouth and dragged him away.

He doesn’t want to be dragged into losing his year-end bonus!

**

After a two-hour flight ended, Ye Wanlan first rushed to the hospital upon landing.

Professor Foo and Xiang Yuefeng were there, along with Professor Xue’s two assistants, all anxiously waiting.

Professor Xue was still unconscious, but his vital signs were stable.

"How did you get here so quickly?" Professor Foo was taken aback, suddenly standing up, "You, you guys—"

It hadn’t even been three hours. Did these people fly here?

"It seems Professor Xue’s condition isn’t as optimistic as you described," Ye Wanlan’s expression was indifferent, her hand on Professor Xue’s pulse, "His brain has suffered damage, it definitely won’t wake up any time soon. What about the surveillance?"

"Here." Xiang Yuefeng handed over a phone, "Didn’t capture the person. I guess that kid was prepared to snatch the dagger."

Ye Wanlan calmly watched the entire video, and when she heard Xiang Yannan say, "Listen up, old man, my surname is Xiang," a murderous intent exploded in her eyes.

But it was reined in at the moment it was about to show, maintaining her usual calm demeanor.

"Wanlan, I’m really sorry. I never thought that the other party would dare to make a move right at the front door," Professor Foo shook his head, "But the other party is a member of Xiang Family. The Xiang Family has people in the Archaeological Center and the museums. Even if we..."

Ye Wanlan looked up: "Where’s this person now?"

"He took the dagger, and I went to ask for it, but he didn’t give it to me, said he would give it to Brother Shaoyu," Xiang Yuefeng passed over a note, "But Brother Shaoyu is abroad, too busy to deal with him, he must still be at home, this is the address."

Bing He cast a puzzled look at Xiang Yuefeng.

How did this kid from the Xiang Family become so much more astute after a trip to Yan Mountain?

Ye Wanlan glanced at the note and walked out.

Rong Yu immediately followed.

What he regretted the most was not following her to Wanta Country to witness Ye Wanlan in action. This time, he was determined to carry his camera and capture it!

The Xiang Yannan family lived in a villa area on the south side of Yunjing, which was easy to locate.

At that moment, Xiang Yannan returned with his bodyguard from outside.

"Young Master, now we just wait for Young Master Shaoyu to return, and then you can present the dagger to him," the bodyguard flattered, "Then you’ll be able to skyrocket."

"Those old geezers at the Archaeological Center, still trying to compete with me," Xiang Yannan snorted, "They don’t see—"

He was cut off mid-sentence when someone called out to him calmly from behind.

"Xiang Yannan."